Chapter 7
Aviana’s POV
Sleep is so good. I don’t ever want to wake up. I try to fall back asleep but then I remember I need to take care of Star. I reluctantly sat up in my bed. Then I realized this isn’t my bed. Star wasn’t with me. I wasn’t where I fell asleep.
I looked around the room. There were drawings done by kids hung on the walls, a TV hanging on the wall, and a wallpaper border near the ceiling of forest animals. Was this a children’s hospital?
I started to panic, Star wasn’t in the room. Where is she? My heart felt like it was going out of my chest. The heart monitor I was hooked up to started to beep loud and fast. An alarm sounded in my room. I needed it to shut up it was giving me a headache.
A women came running into the room. She had straight blonde hair that went to her shoulders and she was wearing a blue nurse’s outfit. Her brown eyes got huge when she seen me sitting up looking at her.
She turns around and shouts out the door, “SHE’S AWAKE!!!!” Another, older women came into the room. She was short and had dark greying hair. I could tell she was a doctor from her doctor’s coat she was wearing.
“Aviana, honey, it’s okay. Calm down.” She tried to sound soothing but her raspy voice was no-where near it. I couldn’t calm down till I knew where Star was. “Where is she? Where is Star?” That’s all I could manage to say. I was so worried about her. She’s always with me or the others. I need to know she’s okay.
The doctor and nurse looked at each other. They both shared a glance and then the doctor, whose name is Dr. Clem, said “We don’t know who Star is? Could you tell us so we can get her here for you? We also need to call your parents to let them know you woke up.”
“My daughter! Star is my daughter! I need to know she’s okay! I don’t care about my parents. Only Star.” I was hysterical now. Where is she?!? Another look was shared between doctor and nurse. This time there was concern on both their faces.
“Aviana, you were 3 months pregnant when you went into a coma. You were in this coma for 2 years. When you were in your ninth month we gave you a C-section to get the baby out. You had a beautiful baby girl. But your family refused to take her. They said they couldn’t handle a baby. So your baby was adopted by a family that knew what happened and accepted that when you woke up, if you wanted the baby you could have her back.” The doctor explained all this to me. It made no sense at all. How could this be true? I must be dreaming. I know I raised Star. I know what happened last night was real. I also know I couldn’t have been in a coma.
“I want my baby. I want her now. I don’t care about my parents. I don’t want to see them. It’s not like they care about me anyway. Please just bring me my baby. I want her now.” The doctor nodded at the nurse and the nurse left the room, I’m assuming to go call the family that has my baby.
Dr. Clem tells me that she has to call my parents. I just say whatever and she leaves the room. As soon as she’s gone I start to cry. If I didn’t raise Star then what about everyone else? How can I rely on anything I remember if me raising Star wasn’t true. I need to find out the truth. I guess that requires me talking to my parents. I wipe my tears away and press the call button next to the bed.
A nurse comes and ask what I need. I simply say “I want to talk to my parents.” She nods and walks back out of the room.
I got up out of the bed. I needed a shower. I looked around the room for something to get changed into after I shower. All I could find were some clothes that were folded in a cabinet. They looked like they would fit me so I took them into the bathroom with me.
There was a mirror hanging over the sink. I walked over to the sink, set the clothes on the edge and looked into the mirror. My hair was all greasy and I, overall, looked a mess. I really need a shower. I turned on the shower letting it warm up while I took off the hospital gown I was wearing.
After I was showered and dressed I looked into the mirror. What I saw instantly made me feel better. I looked like an actual human being and not some gross zombie or homeless person.
I went back into the room and searched everything in it. There wasn’t much in here. I found the TV remote so I turned it on to a music channel while I looked. I had found a brush in the bottom drawer of a dresser that was under the TV. I stood up and brushed my blonde hair right in the middle of the room.
At that precise moment my parents walked into the room. I froze, they froze. The shock was clear on their faces. They couldn’t believe I was actually awake. I was suddenly glad I had taken a shower before they got here. They looked great. My mom had blonde hair and grey eyes and was wearing a black pencil skirt with a white dress shirt. While my dad had dark blonde hair, also grey eyes and was wearing khaki slacks and a button down white shirt.
I slowly sat the brush down on the dresser. They both watched my every movement carefully. Then they spoke as one in a whisper. “Aviana.”
I couldn’t handle it. I was mad at them for not taking Star in. “Don’t Aviana me.” I snapped. “Why didn’t you take my daughter?” They looked shocked. They probably couldn’t believe that after two years the first thing I said to them was this.
“We couldn’t handle another child. We could barely handle you. And you were in the hospital. We didn’t think you would wake up. We didn’t want to do that to a child.” That’s the mother I knew. The one that made up excuses for everything. I was beyond mad that they didn’t take her in. They just hated the fact that I had gotten pregnant in the first place. It would ruin their perfect image. Just like I did to them when I was born.
“Fine. Whatever. I’m getting her back. Today. I’m going to take care of her. I don’t care what you say.”
“Then you will not be living with us. Once you get out of here you pack up all your stuff and find somewhere else to go. We don’t want anything to do with a disgrace like you.” That was my dad. I didn’t bother me in the slightest. While I was in the coma it’s not like they cared anyway. It was like I lived alone in our big house. And I was almost always at Luke’s so I wouldn’t have to deal with them.
“Okay.” That ended the conversation. They looked almost relieved that I didn’t argue. I didn’t care though. “Oh, a few more things. How did I end up in a coma? And, where are Luke, Puck, and Kenza?” I continued.
“We don’t know who you’re talking about. Never heard of them. Alright well tell you.” My mom said to me. She didn’t even ask who I was talking about. What kind of parent does that? Oh wait, they aren’t my parents they don’t want a ‘disgrace like me’ in the family. So my friends must have been what happened in the coma. If Star was real they must be real too. I have to find them. I will never give up on them.
“Whatever. Just tell me what happened.” I snapped again at them.
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